ok so its 2am now and once again I can not sleep. I keep having words in my head that seem like a cool story or poem. Who knows if its any good but for some reason lately i keep thinking up words and wanting to write them down. Like little stories in my mind.
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Friday Night, Drinks and Dance
Walk up to through the line.
almost to the front door, its cold out side.
Nod from the big guy who stands tall.
you are accepted for entry
walk into the hall. This is where it all happens. That place where you can lose yourself, a melding of your mind with music lights and people all in once place and in one time.
Walk up to the bar. That oh so familiar spell of gin and tonic bruises your senses. You swallow it down. Its a chance to forget things for a minute or maybe a second at least. He used to drink beer but this stuff works much faster.
Glance from across the room.
blurred lights of blue and red splash on the walls like a full moon gone crazy with colors.
She smirks at you.
Her lips awash in red. Her eyes stair at you like she can see right through your soul.
You are shy but play it off like you have the moves.
I mean its whats expected of you or if not can you call your self a man.
You walk closer to her. She looks away like she does not notice you giving her attention. Attention she so wants and desires. You put your hands on her waist. Dancing to that new summer hit that is all the rage from LA to New York.
The lights blur more. Things move in slow motion. Sounds blasting your ears like an old speaker in the faded distance.
You pull her closer. Grabbing her ever so tightly. She does not pull away and shivers in your arms. The dances go on and on. This is what we call fun in our modern world. Cities built up higher and higher into the heavenly sky.
Time has gone by so fast. You lose her in the crowds. Where did she go. Was she only a dream. Was this night even real?
The drinks start to wear off. You crawl back to where you came from one step at a time, pulling your self across the street with only your arms.
What a cruel and exciting world this is. She is etched into your mind like a happy but sad dream. Did we really dance all night. Was she even real. You stop and stare into the ski. The starts are incredible. Why do they not look like this on a normal night.
You fall asleep into the night. Smile on your face. it was a good night or so it seems.
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hmm interesting writing. No idea what it means. ok time for bed its way to late to be up on a work night :-)
